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as if he were treating not ten fingers, but ten precious jade onions.Lin Meng's small face flushed uncontrollably. Under the gaze of two onlookers, she felt that such intimacy was really too unrestra...at old fellow was definitely trying to fight fire with fire!Damn it!He couldn't help but mutter another low curse. Róng Líng didn't move, and naturally he wouldn't either. The two clever men, telepat...